Strap in, degenerates, because Ava Stone, aka avastone1, is about to take you on a ride that’ll make your grandma’s knitting circle seem like a rock concert. Broadcasting straight from the land of apple pie and questionable fast food – the good ol’ United States – Ava’s room is like a raucous carnival of flesh and fantasy.
Ava Stone doesn’t need no stinkin’ tags to get your blood pumping. Her shows are a raw, unfiltered extravaganza of whatever-the-hell-she-feels-like, and trust me, you’re gonna feel it too. She’s the kind of girl who’ll have you questioning your life choices while simultaneously making you feel like you’ve made the best decision ever by logging in.